Reconciliation

I.

Can what I have become,

What I desire to be,

What I should be,

And what the universe demands I become,

Ever truly be reconciled?

II.

At what point in a life,

Do we count remaining days,

As opposed to counting the days past?

Spout the cliches, declare the value of our days?

Hardly.

III.

At some point, the truth must be known,

But there must be a reckoning within one’s self.

And is the truth regarding me of value to others?

Is their knowledge of me of any consequence?

Or do I simply fear their judgment?

IV.

This life I live, is it for me?

Are my days a selfish attempt,

Only to find some personal joy,

To do those things from which I derive pleasure,

Wrapped up only in myself?

V.

Or is this life lived for others?

Shall I live selflessly,

Seeking to make others happy,

Hoping for words of praise,

Living only for their blessing?

VI.

My days are numbered and few,

Each dawning more precious than the last.

I can never know how many I have,

Nor the quality of the time,

That remains for me.

VII.

So let me aim for happiness,

Whatever that may be.

Let me seek to give to others,

Whatever joy I’m capable of,

While also taking time for self.

VIII.

But along the way you must know,

That I will disappoint you,

That I will fall short of who,

Or even what you think,

I should be or become.

IX.

This should cause no harm.

For while I prefer your approval,

It is neither the only thing,

Nor even the greatest thing.

For this must be my life.

X.

Instead, share in my life,

Revel with me in the beauty of being.

We can take part in all it offers.

Be that most beautiful of things.

Be my friend.

XI.

And when that day comes,

When that dark secret comes to light,

Come to no conclusions.

Accept that we are equal,

And both humanly flawed.

XII.

Whatever it is that I am,

Will fall far from what you or others,

Feel that I could be or should be.

I may yet become improved,

But my spots are hard to change.

XIII.

Yes I’m sure I will come up short.

And perhaps it’s not up to us.

For what I am, could be or should be,

May only or never in days to come,

Ever truly be reconciled.

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on August 7, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.

  1. Reblogged this on farawaywithyou and commented:
    This is everything to me… how directly it speaks to me! thank you…

  2. What a beautiful line, “Each dawning more precious than the last.” Simple and profound – becoming a road-map as each day begins. To savor each moment, to be grateful. Beautifully expressed!

  3. Simply put John: This was good!

  4. Hi John. I wanted to thank you for following my blog, the main reason being that it led me to yours! I’ve been looking through your poems, and I think they’re superb! Regardless of what style you write in, what your message is, I find your poems to be so honest and insightful. Reconciliation is one of my favourites- I can relate with the concept, and I feel you captured it so beautifully with your words. I look forward to seeing more of your poems, old and new!

  5. You’re a very talented person. Thank you for finding me, so that I may find you. Your words are a gift!

  6. Good questions and food for thought.

  7. John, John, John… written like an old soul! You, my friend, have what it takes. Your choice of subject, your articulation, your style – all engage us as readers and hook us in.

    Am I sounding too much like a teeny bopper fan??? ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thank you, Kunal! It’s perfectly acceptable to sound like a teeny bopper fan. ๐Ÿ™‚ Though I admit that I’m not able to guarantee how good I am at accepting such compliments.

  8. Hi John, I’ve read a few
    of your writings and agree about living one’s own true path. I continually choose it and get thrown under the bus for it. Your words are unique as I am unique (not more special) because I say this. I hate conforming yet I do not rebel for the sake of rebeing. I just see thing a way most of who I encounter do not- and I tire of paying the price. I am not at peace with myself as at other times of my life. You sound like you aware-I hope you are. Just stopping by to say I like your words and they struck a chord of “ah ah! “I’m not the inly one . . .” Thank you. Sierra

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